Reggae: Firstly this story is Alternative Universe. Also I only
put up this story because I can type it up quick enough at the Library. Don't
know when I'll be able to update my other stories (they're on diskette-
diskettes are not allowed here). Sorry for the inconvenience. But meanwhile
enjoy this new story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Megas XLR.
Won't repeat this.

Jamie sat at his favourite bar
drinking a bottle of Heineken. He and Coop have been having disagreements for a
while because Coop was now treating the robot better than him. Two months after
defeating those aliens and Coop was treating the robot like royalty and Jamie
like worthless scrap heap caused their friendship to disintegrate.

"Hello Jamie," a voice said from behind Jamie in a bubbly and
giggling tone, "want to have sex with me saddy face?"
the person teased and kissed his cheek.

Jamie turned around and nearly fainted when he saw the brown
skinned Kiva. She had her red hair let out and was
wearing a short black leather dress and high heeled sandals.

She must really be depressed about not being able to go
back to her time after the curse placed on her a month before we defeated those
aliens. She's DRUNK! (Jamie's thoughts)

"What's the matter?" Kiva asked, "
'fraid I'll get better service from Coop?" she challenged and pointed in the direction
where Coop was downing rum as if his life depended upon it, a large crowd was
gathered around him cheering him on.

"No," Jamie responded coldly, "you're drunk," he added when
he noticed two empty vodka bottles that she held expertly in one hand while her
other one was now sensually stroking his black hair and neck.

"So what?" Kiva asked between
giggles, "it's not like I'mm under 18 Jamie," she
told him, "you aint gonna
have the law on you or nothing," she added and placed the bottles down on the
counter then used her now free hand to stroke him from his ear straight down
his back.

"I'm outta here," Jamie said in
annoyance, "I'd try to drag you home, but I know you'd just karate kick me and
run off with Coop," he stated and left the bar.

"Damn RIGHT!" Kiva cried angrily
as she glared after him, "faggot," she muttered, "oh Coop!" she cried
flirtatiously as she hurried over to Coop who was now downing even more of that
really strong rum and becoming more intoxicated by the second.